A croaking echo, dark and deep,
A princess shivers in her sleep.
She lost her golden ball of light,
To a monstrous, endless night.
The moon hangs, a violet stain,
As the bog begins to rain.
A frog, with skin of slimy green,
Leaps from a shadow, rarely seen.
"I'll find your ball," it rasps and sighs,
with golden flecks within its eyes.
But as it speaks, the sound turns dread,
A monstrous voice, not what it said.
Its body swells, a horrid sight,
Engulfing all the fading light.
The frog is gone, the monster's here,
And the princess screams in primal fear.
The violet sky starts to decay,
As the monster grins and starts to play.
The golden ball, a final gleam,
Sinks with the girl into the stream.
the vampire queen was on the hunt at the vampire ball
vultures, beasts and demons came to her as if by a call
she transmogrified devils into trolls with one flick
this queen was cagey, incredibly sneaky and slick
in the vampire king’s manor, the ballroom was dimly lit,
gnomes were as at home here as claws and hoofs that fit.
there is a hunger that must be satisfied, this is for sure.
the vampire queen advanced quickly, her motives impure.
hidden in the dark, dank, dismal shadows was the vampire king.
watching the queen with all of his might, her neck quite the thing.
the dance began slowly, as he advanced from her left without genuflect.
She turned and gave him that come-hither look and let him see her neck.
(Deceased March 17, 2010)
Here lies Sondra Ball whose shadow too long;
May a passerby see and sing her song.
Laughter creased my face
With the wideness of joy in a darling
Hallooing loudly, Hawaii!
Making me younger with weakly wrinkles,
It warmed my heart with a flaming ring of mirth.
And I liked it.
I watched the waves as they rose and fell,
Like the big flattered locks of a comely
Landlady combing her tresses on a windy, snoopy
Sunday morning.
And I loved it.
Who are next to be loved?
Lucy & Lucille.
One laughs
The other winces with laughter
When cold fleeting winds blow over
Our inchoate sensibilities.
And we love it —
Like we loved Lucy.
gutter edges of the interior
usually located near the front
the edges, the edges
the perfectly binded edges
oh love devine
might I speak you
as lover
we as one
oh love devine
speak me as yours
speak me true
as I might tell the world
you are mine
>>>>>>SHE ANWSERED>>>>
what makes you happy
what makes you mad
are you less trusting
when you are sad
before tommorrow
what is defined as us
love faith and understanding
you define us
guess I can do it
love, to define
what is love
that one of a kind
endearing and specials
most of which
it's all so much engaging
--------------------------------
there's music in the air
inspiration for love
what's better than love
whats better than love
the oh I
the ah oohs
the perfection of beauty
i say to you
what's in the question
what's it all about------
Modern warriors,
They fight for the home plate.
The bat and the ball,
is what decide their fate.
The people are pumped,
and they all yell and cheer.
In front of thousands,
the heroes with no fear.
Behind on the count,
but here comes the ringer.
Though it may look bad,
he will hit a zinger.
Under the lights and sound,
they come to witness.
The new king of the mound!
In swim trunks, the balls were out.
Each one scored a mighty shout.
digressed to a maul,
in a beachside brawl
Winners were in serious doubt.
Smiles from me to you,
making you happy not blue.
Friendship we can praise,
as we enjoy sunny days.
My puppy is tan and small,
she likes to sleep in mommy's shawl.
She loves to play with her ball,
while I play with my doll.
We like to play outside,
where she will run and hide.
I will put her in my doll buggy for a ride,
her smile becomes a mile wide.
Now is it time to go inside,
dinner is ready with chicken that has been fried.
I make funny--did I make you laugh or smile today,
Your eyes light up with a big bright smile-no more gray,
My day's work is now all done-I am off to play.
Why do we do the things we do
of all the everything under the sun
why do all those crazy things can’t ever be undone
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing it's another
between you and me don't know why I bother
sometimes we slip stumble and fall
trip tumble and fumble the ball
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we say the things we say
when there's everything else instead
why use such stupid words can’t ever be unsaid
until you go out on a limb you’ll never know the view
it's nice from far but far from nice
true from far yet oh so far from true
when thunder rumbles here comes the rain
no umbrella soaking wet again
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we choose the things we do
with all the everything else to choose
why decide on pointless wrongs can't ever hope to use
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing then it's another
and sometimes it's both why do I even bother
be it ever-so humble as if that's not all
give it the gas and the car will stall
hey that's the way the cookie crumbles
I throw the ball
My dogs stare at me
Too old for this game
Or too tired of it?
I throw the ball again
My husband gets it
I struggle trying to get it out of his mouth
"A Cemetery Can Take Your Breath Away. Watch Out Where You Walk." By Poet
When I travel I love taking photos,
of cemeteries and of a pretty rose.
Sometimes the picture gets my painted toes,
or maybe even my nose.
On one trip I took a long flight,
when looking at my photos I saw a bright light.
Taken in the daytime not at night,
the big ball of light gave me a fright.
Some said it was a ghost,
but the photo was not taken by the seacoast.
Was this a cemetery host,
if yes are you serving a pot roast?
Why does the trolley
dolly or cart
I choose to use
in every supermart
always have a wonky wobbly wheel
and feel oh so wearing
as if it's about to lose
its marbles or ball bearings?
It clunks like junk with a 'thunking' sound
and almost dumps
my groceries on the ground
won't go straight
invariably tilts veers
careens or curves
and without a doubt
indubitably gets on my nerves
Spring home runs are for show
~ October’s are for all the dough
Dedicated to Mooney who is up in cat heaven ~
norwegian fur ball
intelligent and cunning
feline soul sister
AP: 1st place 2025
Do not go to that private school,
It will affect your mental health,
While the education is full of wealth,
Do not put yourself on that shelf,
That shelf is isolated and docile,
Alone despite being surrounded,
A dumb decision to make as a fool,
Used as a tool to start up something new,
Faced with issues many refuse to acknowledge,
So many times I wanted to fall in,
Fall in a pit where i could weep for hours,
Only to be woken by the same sound of laughter,
Laughter at things that make me cringe,
So many times i reached out and wanted to give in,
A school prized on being safe for all,
All who shared the same skin color had a ball,
Being the pepper in the salt I stood out like a sore thumb,
Many thought the world moved past this,
But some cling on
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